Note for an Absent Friend
Remember your affection induces
to have been an orchard
intangible orange light
oranges that feel like stealing.
Your moon yesterday at the waist
is still the dress that I bring
immaterial silk pure silk
Of a child drowned in the lake.
The engines accelerate among us
the empty trains dreaming
Of women who are expecting
are the only lute I have on.
Natalia Correia had a personality so striking as her literary work. She was bigger than her own life. In fact, it's always stroke me her face with black eyes, pointy hair and her inseparable cigarette mouthpiece and always come to mind when one mentions her name. She had a prodigious figure, cinematic, that left no one indifferent, and she even considered one of the most beautiful women of Lisbon, this Azorean, exposed herself only in poetry. In this writing of verses and breaks, we find her slowly. Where she trips. We are packed with words about her weaknesses, her feelings; at the time we feel this force that pushes us into a reading frenzy, an attentive one. She is the mother. She loves us. She is the confidante of desire. She is the embodiment of passion. In the "wine and lira", of 1969, there is a bit of everything, poems of friendship, love, citizenship and there is also a will. This book is not one of her masterpieces, but is worth reading because it shows the inner Azorean, without being. Good reading.
